Melody's POV:"Mom, this is Melody." Amelia said introducing me to her mother.Her mother had the same eyes as her. But brown hair. She was just as beautiful as Amelia."Melody. It's nice to meet you, dear." She said with a warm smile.I smiled back noticing that she was busy in some papers."You too." I said politely.She looked like some sort of businesswoman. I knew that because of my mother. Whenever mom used to come back from her trips, she was usually busied with huge stack of papers and phonecalls."So, I get you're new here. Living with your parents?" She asked trying her best to arrange them as quick as possible.You see, I didn't know how to reply to that. Whenever it came to parents.How would it seem when I tell her that no, I'm not living with my parents. I ran away. And even if I would've been living with my parents, they wouldn't be together. Because they're divorced.See? That sounds horrible.I'm sure if I tell her that, she's going to make sure to make her daughter s
Melody's POV:My first ever party didn't turn out to be as bad as I had thought.The bungalow was a really modern and stylish one. Packed with hundreds of girls and boys. The way they were laughing, dancing, throwing champagne, it looked like this party was meant for only popular people.I had decided to go back to my hotel the moment I had seen the crowd. But when Amelia had dragged me inside, it pretty much turned out to be fine.Nobody gave me a second glance. They continued doing what they were doing."I had known that Julia's parties were big, but I didn't know they were this big." Amelia said.It looked like she was amazed herself.And then out of nowhere came Oliver crashing both of us in a hug. I still had no idea how Oliver so easily accepted the fact to consider me as a friend. Maybe he was used to making new friends.But if I make friends, which I don't usually do, I wouldn't go around hugging them like I trusted them. But it's not like I could've pushed him."You guys made
Melody's POV:"I live here with my grandma. My parents are actually faraway from here but I love this place. Especially grandma's cookies." Daphne chattered.Daphne was the new employee here at the art gallery. It hadn't been a surprise when I had found out that two new people had already started working here. One of them was Daphne. She was a great company as we arranged the paintings.She was a great company since all I was trying was not to make today's day much awkward between Cameron and me. Yesterday had been a blur. I wasn't ready to talk about it or I wasn't even ready for him to ask anything about it.He might've noticed my lack of comfort because he didn't ask. Just like that, I continued working without any talk and here was Daphne. Talking with her was a way out of this awkwardness."Your grandma likes to cook?" I asked with a smile.She nodded and continued telling me about her family."My mother likes to cook too." She added.As she went on, I tuned her off thinking abou
Asher's POV:"No, I won't be able to do that. I need a break." I looked nervously at Bob.Continuous two hours doing recording again and again can be summed up in one word.Boring.The recent single was to be done by now. Bob had been more tensed about it all. After all, he was the manager. But he knew too that I am definitely not a fan of work. What can I say? I tend to take a break after every hour."Well then, we'll continue it tomorrow." Bob said with a sigh.He knew me too well.I directed a grateful smile towards him and went towards the elevator. Pressing the 18th floor, I waited for it to reach.9:00 pm.That's what I had been thinking about during the whole recording. Because that is when I'm going to pick up Melody from the gallery. I don't know why but every part in my body is impatiently waiting to see her.That's what had been going on these past few days.When she had told me that she needed a ride, I felt bad. Really bad. I wanted to be there for her. And I hadn't. So,
Melody's POV:When Amelia said "just the two of us at the lake" she forgot to mention Oliver. Which was totally fine by me.Those two were like real friends to me by now, even if I can't ever believe that. And it was fun spending time together. It's not like I had such experiences.At my old school, I would always hear people making plans to go to parties, the beach or even malls. I was always alone. I don't blame the people either."Is it just me or the lake is actually looking a bit...evaporated?" Oliver asked looking at the beautiful blue water.The lake looked so calm and beautiful. The smell of fresh grass was enough to make me relax. I wish such places were back there in New York. I, at least would had something that could've sooth me."I think my hotness is affecting the level of water here." He murmured which almost made me choke on my coke.Amelia glared at him disgustedly."Who told you you were hot?" She asked.He grinned in response before jerking his head towards her. "Yo
Melody's POV:"Remind me again why you called me here?" Oliver asked with a yawn as he eyed my hotel room.I took a frustrated sigh and started again."Don't tell me to repeat again. It's the third time!" I said nervously.He didn't seem to notice that. After all, I had practically woken him up from sleep and asked him to come here."You just have to stay here when...he wakes up." I motioned towards Asher's sleeping form.Oliver looked at him then at me."And why couldn't you do that?" He asked with a confused expression.The truth was, I didn't want to face him. I didn't want to face everything right now."I have to go to the gallery." I murmured.He thought for a while then nodded. I could've called Amelia but I wasn't sure I could've given her any answers at the moment. Oliver seemed the perfect choice at the moment.Oliver went over to the couch and slumped down."Don't forget to give him that." I jerked my head towards the aspirin on the side table.Oliver who haven't looked more
Melody's POV:345,600 seconds. 5,760 minutes. 96 hours. 4 days. 9 calls.4 days since I last saw Asher. Whole 9 calls I didn't answer because I was scared. I wanted so much to answer them, call him back, see him. But my fingers seemed to always reject them."Did I tell you that I once had a whole collection of seashells?" Amelia murmured looking out the window.I looked at her and shook my head. That was the first thing she had said since she came here. She looked quite distant today as if something was bothering her."Well, I did. When I was small. But mom threw them away." She said.I smiled and sat on my bed.Amelia's life seemed so perfect. The things she told me about her sister, her mom. I wish I had something to tell her too."So, how's the gallery going?" She asked sitting in front of me."Good. The same." I said with a nod.She nodded and slumped down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I don't know why everything was being so awkward between us today. I could've asked her
Melody's POV:My heart was hammering in my chest as I registered those exact words.Asher in an accidentI looked back at Amelia and Oliver who were both still buried in their conversation. The call had ended itself. I didn't know what to do.What if he isn't fine? I didn't know what had happened to him. She had only told me that he got involved in an accident. She didn't tell me the hospital name or anything. It wouldn't have helped me anyways. I don't even know any hospital here.I looked around once more before running out from the park. I know only one place I can go. Maybe somebody can tell me what happened to him there. His studio.But that was a bit hard when it was all dark. I could've asked a ride from Amelia or Oliver but I wasn't really in a mood to get in between their talk when all I can think about is Asher.I looked around looking for a cab.The night air was slightly chilly than the morning one. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked forward in search of a cab.F